Pleased with myself, I am

Tags: Vancouver, exercise

I had expected to start today's entry with an oh-so-subtle "My heinie hurts".

It seemed reasonable to expect it. After all, last week's session with the trainer nearly did me in. Days after my my legs still quaked whenever I did anything other than walk on a level surface, and my abs were so tender that I avoided sneezing or laughing.

So when I walked into this week's session and saw that our regular group of 6 had been whittled down to 3 because of illness and work schedules, I expected the worst. In the gym world, less people at a session equals more personal attention than usual, which is great, but it also means you get pushed to your limit, which can be daunting.

And oh! How she pushed us! First there was the running; up and down the stairs of the building for a warmup. Everything was on fire, and I wasn't even going that fast. On to what felt like a million $%#! squats, then on to using a series of torture devices and easily-dropped-on-toes-if-you-aren't-careful free weights. Long before the end my knees ached. My legs ached. Muscles I didn't know I had were complaining.

So colour me shocked to find out that I'm not hurting! My body feels like it's worked hard, but it doesn't ache. I can stand, sit, climb stairs, even dance. Yes - I am mobile!